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You could be waiting for a day that won't come
| Sunday, November 06, 2005 |
| i've been a bad, bad girl |
And no, i'm not saying this in the naughty sense. I did something very bad last week, and I am now feeling the reprecussions of it. I played a really funny joke on a friend of mine, which everyone thought would be hilarious. Turns out it wasn't. His girlfriend just called me to tell me how pissed off he was (is). This girlfriend wasn't just calling to exaggerate, she's my friend too, she was being honest. I'm now both frightened and guilty. Damn Catholic guilt. It's going to haunt me for the rest of my life. But, I guess I should feel guilty right now. I'm not the type of person who would hurt a friend. I'm the friend who people go to for problem solving. Their Freud, if you will. I always have trouble with this one friend. It's like I can never seem to get it right. My jokes always seem to fail. My comforting words are uncomfortable. My convorsations turn suddenly silent. I don't know what to do with him. I wish he could understand how hard I try to keep this friendship together. It's so easy for him, why isn't it that way for me. But, I can't just stop being his friend. That'd crush him. I told him once I think that he hates me, and he was so hurt. He's sensitive, yet not. He's hard to explain really. Just when I think I have him figured out, it all breaks down, and I find myself offending him once again.
I guess I'll just sit in the corner with my guilt again. Hello darkness, my old friend!
Martini kisses |
posted by Fucking Bingo @ 3:02 AM  |
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About Me: You could be waiting for a day that won't come. And you could be so much more than you've become. And I have found my feet, 257 weeks. But you could be waiting for a day that won't come.
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